OK not quite naked, I had on the New Bright Yellow trainers but I decided to go it alone without Laura or indeed anything else distracting me.
This was my 2nd post-graduation run, the first being somewhat truncated with a twinge in my left hamstring. After a little light (!) gardening over the bank holiday weekend cutting down and disposing of an overgrown laurel bush (tree?) my legs and arms and shoulders and .... were all aching so I thought what the hell, lets get on with it.
Mrs Stewie and I set off walking to town and, true to her word, she lagged behind not wishing to be associated with the dayglow yellow feet. (I was quite glad because the bright pink shopping bag she was carrying was equally bright, but I digress.) Our ways having parted, I decided to take the long route to the leisure centre/gym and took the mile and a half as my warm up.
A quick change into running gear, remove hearing aids and glasses, straight onto the treadmill and away we go, no music, no coaching just me pounding along chasing those speeding tortoises.
So how did it go? Well, the picture tells part of the story. Ran for 33 minutes, and just over 3.3km. The whole story is that I initially had to use my gremlin bucking technique of running each minute as if it were the next to last and it not being worth giving up with a minute to go, but after 20 minutes it was just automatic - keep plodding on.
I had hoped to get to 4km but it was a conscious decision to stop when I did and went off to do some strength work on the upper torso. Followed by a quick shower, and a spirited mile walk home and I must admit I'm feeling pretty pleased with myself.
Saturday will be my first venture outdoors. Wish me luck.